Poem Title: Abacha Here in Yorubaland I meet Ifeoma who says she is Igbo National Youth Service Corp brought us both to Western Nigeria She is so African, light skinned with thick body And she has got ‘the’ shape indeed! Strong arms never tired of household chores Blessed are her meals and she smiles a lot Plus she adores me, very playful with a heart of love She shares with me a secret meal alien to this place Made from ingredients brought from Igboland I tell her I’m daring when it comes to food She appreciates my guts and promises I will like it She heats palm oil a bit And brings out something I haven’t seen before It is made from cassava she saysShe brings another one she calls Ugba Then slices raw onion and tomatoes on top And garnishes it with fried fish I eat it and gets lost. Ifeoma ‘what is this’ She smiles that her smile ‘it is called Abacha’ Yummy! It is so delicious! In all my growing in the South-south And my sojourn through North and West I have never seen this Eastern Nigerian food Ifeoma, you have done something to me I will follow you to Ibo land then I will return To tell my Isoko people Ifeoma has given me Abacha! We shall come again To take you from your people by rites And bring you home to Isoko Ifeoma, you have given me Abacha! i love this man with all my heart EZAZA Written by: Oghenero Ezaza
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 21:07:30 +0000
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